It was just purely and most simply, straight out ecstasy; a never ending bliss that ended way too soon as I felt my back thudding to a halt on Ean’s...chest.My vision coming back to me in the dark room, I felt Ean’s arm reach over me and between my legs. He didn’t touch me though. I couldn’t feel him inside me anymore, he must have slipped out. And seconds later, my chest, then stomach felt warm splashes of liquid. I smiled happily. Ean was cumming on me.My mind waded through small tremors for. To his surprise, she had enjoyed it.Being independent, once they got there, little Abigail had insisted on learning how to bait her own hook. When she caught her first fish, —the fish wasn't the only one that was hooked. From then on, she never stopped pestering him."Daddy, can we go fishing today?" she would ask excited and always full of hope."Not today, but maybe real soon though," he would promise her.If that little girl had her way, she'd be down on the Pecos River fishing every day. What. We will check fuel next. Does Mallard report anything?" Mallard here. All is quiet. We are descending to one thousand feet to better view." Roger, Mallard. We're moving out now."Mom and Dad returned to the Humvee. It went around to look at refueling possibilities. They were further away but within sight. "We have found fuel. It will have to be tested but meets the look and smell test." We will now check out access roads. Unless something is felt or Mallard sees something, I think they could. "Are you the set of natural numbers?" Nope." She did a pirouette, then clasped her hands behind her back and grinned. "Guess again." Umm," I turned my head sideways, as if the different perspective would make everything clear. "Pi?" She gave me a dirty look. Of course not. Gemma would never choose something that obvious. "Well..." Look more closely," she suggested. I examined some of the numbers on her belly:... 420513754... "Where does it start?" That would give it away! Keep looking." I.